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unseen, unsaught, uncertain

I know I am not alone in this nagging sense of failing to measure up, a feeling of not being good enough as a woman. Every woman I’ve ever met feels it – something deeper than just the sense of failing at what she does. An underlying, gut feeling of failing at WHO SHE IS. I am not enough, and, I am too much, at the same time. Not pretty enough, not thin enough, not kind enough, not gracious enough, not disciplined enough. But instead, we are too emotional, too needy, too sensitive, too strong, and too opinionated. The result is SHAME – the universal companion of women. It haunts us, feeding on our deepest fear that we will end up abandoned and alone.

After all, if we were “better” women – whatever that means – life wouldn’t be so hard. Right? We wouldn’t have so many struggles; there would be less sorrow in our hearts. Why is it so hard to create meaningful friendships and sustain them? Why do our days seem so unimportant, filled not with romance and adventure, but with duties and demands? We feel unseen, even by those who are closest to us. We feel unsought, that no one has the passion or the courage to pursue us. And we feel uncertain, uncertain what it even means to be a woman; uncertain what it truly means to be feminine; uncertain if we are or ever will be.

Aware of our deep failings, we pour contempt on our own hearts for wanting more. We long to be the Beauty of some great story…

from John Eldredge’s “Captivating: Unveiling the Mystery of a Woman’s Soul“